In the heart of an ancient forest grove,
Where time dances with the shadows,
The trees stand tall, guardians of old tales,
Whispering secrets in the rustling leaves.

Their branches reach for the sky’s embrace,
Embracing the sun’s golden rays,
As roots delve deep into the earth’s core,
Anchoring dreams and forgotten lore.

Underneath the canopy, life thrives unseen,
Where creatures find shelter and solace,
In the cool shade of the emerald leaves,
A symphony of life eternally weaves.

Oh, to listen to the forest’s gentle song,
To feel its peace in a world so fast,
The trees stand as timeless sentinels,
Reminding us of nature’s enduring past.